05-31-2014, 09:19 PM
Moon, frankly, was an enigma. Her languid glance up and Jaxen introduced himself. "Jaxen Marveet,"
and slipped her hand into his palms for a kiss. Charms worked, he joined the table by way of Onyx. She was by far the more interesting of the two women. And more awake. Was Moon drugged? Privvies could be into weird shit, so maybe. He didn't care.
Really he didn't care about Onyx either. Pop stars tended to appear like spots on a clean car: out of no where and just as annoying. Really, the only truly interesting person at the table - other than Jaxen, course - was the ninja himself.
Time rolled by. Jax was content to put up a good show for the upper echelons of the CCD. Likely the Privilege saw right through him, though Jaxen would bet tomorrow's cup of coffee that the guy'd never guess why.
Meanwhile, he was charming and flirtatious. The ladies of course ate him up, unfortunately not literally, but no point in being too greedy for one night. He kept an eye out for White's departure, and thought about following the man when he did finally break away from feminine arms. Then he thought better of himself, being that he liked his face without White's fist repeatedly pounding it, and he ordered another round of drinks.
A sharp eye might notice that Jaxen actually drank very little. Surprising given his reputation and penchant for purchasing thousand dollar bottles of vodka - for everyone in the room - but alas, tonight, he thumbed his glass, spun it around, filled it up a couple times, and made a good, smooth effort at seemingly top of the party while yet keeping his wits very, very close.
Of course that charming smile could melt anything, and given Onyx's playful mood that night, Jaxen's goal was well within sight. He intended on an invitation to the after party, and being that the women of the table always bossed the men at the table around, if Jaxen wanted something from Takeo, he was going to use Onyx to make sure he got it.
Tonight he wanted to get home without a bullet planted fresh in his brain. What better way to escape Manifesto than to walk out with the world's most famous ninja? Or better yet, a step behind him.
and slipped her hand into his palms for a kiss. Charms worked, he joined the table by way of Onyx. She was by far the more interesting of the two women. And more awake. Was Moon drugged? Privvies could be into weird shit, so maybe. He didn't care.
Really he didn't care about Onyx either. Pop stars tended to appear like spots on a clean car: out of no where and just as annoying. Really, the only truly interesting person at the table - other than Jaxen, course - was the ninja himself.
Time rolled by. Jax was content to put up a good show for the upper echelons of the CCD. Likely the Privilege saw right through him, though Jaxen would bet tomorrow's cup of coffee that the guy'd never guess why.
Meanwhile, he was charming and flirtatious. The ladies of course ate him up, unfortunately not literally, but no point in being too greedy for one night. He kept an eye out for White's departure, and thought about following the man when he did finally break away from feminine arms. Then he thought better of himself, being that he liked his face without White's fist repeatedly pounding it, and he ordered another round of drinks.
A sharp eye might notice that Jaxen actually drank very little. Surprising given his reputation and penchant for purchasing thousand dollar bottles of vodka - for everyone in the room - but alas, tonight, he thumbed his glass, spun it around, filled it up a couple times, and made a good, smooth effort at seemingly top of the party while yet keeping his wits very, very close.
Of course that charming smile could melt anything, and given Onyx's playful mood that night, Jaxen's goal was well within sight. He intended on an invitation to the after party, and being that the women of the table always bossed the men at the table around, if Jaxen wanted something from Takeo, he was going to use Onyx to make sure he got it.
Tonight he wanted to get home without a bullet planted fresh in his brain. What better way to escape Manifesto than to walk out with the world's most famous ninja? Or better yet, a step behind him.